Chapter 2

at Fu Yan's new car, teasing her: "How come a Miss Huo from a prestigious family like yours doesn't drive something better Or maybe you should sweet-talk your second brother into buying you a luxury...The Huo family had strict house rules, and there were many etiquette to follow during meals. After the formal seating, the chatter decreased.

Here the changes are particularly noticeable.

Some people at the table were already frowning in displeasure.

She immediately covered her mouth and nose, nodding apologetically to the person she was looking at with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Then came another wave of nausea.

Fu Yan immediately got up and rushed to the restroom.

Everything I just ate came back up. There's nothing left to throw up, but I can't stop dry heaving. My throat is tight and keeps constricting, and my tears won't stop flowing.

The doorknob creaked, and someone came in.

Fu Yan leaned against the sink, her heart pounding. She turned her head and saw Song Qing霜 hastily slam the door shut.

She was about to speak, but couldn't help covering her mouth and gagging.

She waited until the nausea subsided, then turned on the tap to wash her hands. She looked at her mother in the mirror, whose face seemed to be saying something but held back.

"Aren't you dating someone behind my back"

Her ears buzzed, she couldn't hear clearly. "What"

Mother repeated herself, her eyes sharp as if interrogating a criminal.

Fu Yan washed her hands suddenly, then frowned. "What do you mean"

Song Qing霜 stepped forward, grabbed her arm forcefully, and turned her around. She looked her up and down.

She choked and coughed violently, her eyes were red and swollen, making her pale face look even more frail and weak.

"Are you pregnant"

"Mom, what are you talking about" Fu Yan was inexplicably agitated, her voice a few pitches higher than usual.

Song Qing霜 looked at her with suspicion.

Realizing her attitude was a bit too harsh, she softened her tone and explained, "I'm not dating anyone, I just have a bit of an upset stomach."

In fact, she didn't know what was wrong with her either.

Before everything was fine, I just couldn't stand the faint smell of fish. Now that Song Qing霜 questioned me, I instinctively started calculating my period.

It really was delayed for three days.

Could it be that I'm really pregnant

After her last time with Huo Mingzheng, she was suddenly notified of a business trip and forgot whether she had taken her medicine.

Song Qing霜 didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing her say that, she finally believed, "There is no best."

Just now, seeing Fu Yan's appearance, I thought she was secretly dating someone else and doing the whole unmarried pregnancy thing.

Since there wasn't, she was relieved.

She took a tissue and wiped away the water from Fu Yan's mouth, saying in a serious tone: "You are Mom's only hope, you can't learn those bad things. Mom depends on you for the rest of her life to be able to live a good life."

"The Huo family hasn't mistreated you, your life won't be too bad." Fu Yan took the tissue and wiped herself.

Although the Huo family wasn't particularly fond of the two women, before Huo Lao Wu (Huo Family's Fifth Son) passed away, he requested that Huo Lao Ye (Eldest Grandfather of the Huo Family) take care of them.

Although Old Master Huo disliked them, he kept his promise and gave Song Qing霜 seven figures of living expenses every year.

This sum of money would last an ordinary family for decades, but Song Qing霜 spends it lavishly.

I set a monthly limit of 300,000 yuan for her expenses, and the rest will be saved for year-end use. With such a large family like the Hòu family, there are many places that need to be taken care of both internally and externally.

How could that amount of money be enough I have to buy clothes and bags every month, get beauty treatments, and there are also gatherings with my wife's circle every so often. Where wouldn't I need to spend money

Song Qing霜 began to settle accounts with Fu Yan.

Fu Yan pressed her aching temples, "Your clothes and bag are enough already. Besides, you don't need to go to that gathering for the wives. They never look down on us anyway, so why bother sticking your face into a cold butt"

"What do you understand" Song Qing霜 said displeased, "When society grinds down your edges, you'll know that being aloof is the most worthless. In the circle of wives, what matters most is connections."

"By the way, someone introduced me to a young talent this time, and I was just about to tell you."

"Guess what," Fu Yan impatiently interrupted her, "I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time."

Song Qing霜 ignored these excuses and said to herself, “Although the other party is not as powerful as the Huo family, they are still well-known in Nancheng. He is their only son, if you marry him......”

"Mom!" Fu Yan again spoke up, interrupting. "I don't want to get married this early."

Song Qing霜 scoffed, "Then what do you want A woman's ultimate destiny is to marry. You marrying into a good family means Mom will have face at the Huo family. She can hold her head high in front of others. Don't you understand the logic of marrying early and enjoying happiness"

Fu Yan didn't understand her logic, marry early and enjoy happiness

"I have a job, I just graduated two years ago, there will be opportunities for promotion in the future, and the salary won't be low, enough to support you."

Song Qing霜 was furious, "With your measly salary, you can't even afford a decent bag. How are you going to support me You barely manage to support yourself!"

"That's settled then. When the other party confirms a time, you can meet up."

Song Qingshuang didn't give Yan any chance to refuse, she pulled her away from the restroom.

Fu Yan thought about her delayed period, and didn't see the two people coming face-to-face.

Mr. Huo, being elderly, didn't have much of an appetite and just came out for some fresh air. He was only accompanied by his grandson, Huo Mingzheng.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fu"

Fu Yan stopped her footsteps and looked up.

Mr. Huo, the patriarch of the Huo family, is 81 years old this year.

The crimson Tang suit made him look even more vigorous, his white hair neatly combed, one could still faintly see that he was also a heartthrob in his youth.

The men of the Huo family are exceptionally handsome, especially Huo Mingzheng. He and the eldest son of the Fu family are the most coveted bachelors in Nancheng by young women.

In Nancheng, there's still a saying circulating: "If it's not Fu, then it's Huo; and even if it's Huo, they can't escape."

At first glance, one inevitably sees Huo Mingzheng.

He casually raised his eyes to look over, his gaze cold and desolate, with a hint of biting chill.

This is how he shows when he's not in a good mood.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She immediately looked away, turning to the old man. She had always been afraid of the head of the Huo family since she was a child. He doted on his grandchildren but was strict and unsmiling towards her, this "adopted granddaughter."

What seems like a concerned remark is actually devoid of any real care. It's merely due to an obligation stemming from the fifth brother's last wish.

"Excuse me, Grandpa. I had a bad stomach today and I'm sorry for disturbing everyone."

The old grandfather glared at her with displeasure, his white whiskers drooping. "If you were uncomfortable, why didn't you say so earlier Family gatherings aren't something you have to attend."

The old man was just short of saying outright that she wasn't really a member of the Huo family.

Fu Yan clenched her fingers and subconsciously bit down on her teeth. Such a public embarrassment made her blush, especially since Huo Mingzheng was across from her.

She didn't want to lose face in front of him. She was both embarrassed and ashamed, her cheeks flushing red with shame.

Just as she was about to speak, Song Qing's face turned awkward. She tugged at Fu Yan's sleeve, signaling her not to say the wrong thing.

At that moment, Huo Mingzheng chuckled softly. "Grandpa, why waste time with unimportant people I'll accompany you for a walk."

"Hmm." The old man suppressed his displeasure and walked on.

Ho Mingzheng did not pause for a moment as he passed by Fu Yan, his sleeve brushing against hers silently.ibility for cooperating with him, but rather that she had never interacted with Fu Hanlin before.It's Fu, not Huo. It's Huo who can't escape Fu's grasp; it's precisely Fu Jialin, the eldest son of the...